Mirror, Mirror (Book 2)

Chapter 20: The Lake

After changing into his black swimming trunks and slippers, Oliver gets his bathing towel from his suitcase, zips it back up, and heads outside, where the children were gathering, clinging onto their towels, reading materials, and sunscreen.

Among the group was Amelia, in a soft pink bikini, carrying a pink tote bag full of beach supplies. Her ballerina figure and curvy legs became kryptonite to the senior boys, especially Max, who was mesmerized by her beauty.

Like all the males in Esterville, Max wanted to be Amelia's boyfriend; he pictures himself holding her hand, talk about each other, and getting married in New Jersey. However, Amelia wasn't into guys like Max, as she prefers mysterious men with a rebellious side.

But Max didn't care—his thoughts were already scheming of ways to make her his girlfriend.

With a cocky grin and a sweep of his dark brown hair, Max walks up to the vampire, who was busy messing her hair.

"Hey Gorgeous," he says fondly.

Amelia reluctantly looks at the jock with dark brown eyes and respond, "the bloody hell do you want from me?"

"Your number," he responds smugly.

Amelia rolled her eyes. "Wow, do you ever get tits with that line? And I thought Olly knows nothing about women."

Max laughed as if she made a joke.

"You're really funny," he complimented.

"And you're bloody deaf." she snorts. "I am not interested in you. I prefer older men."

"But I am almost nineteen!" Max objected.

"I'm not into nineteen-year-old dicks like you." Amelia scowled.

Max looks at her in amazement. He admits that he can be a dick sometimes, but never did a woman call him that.

"Maybe we could—" Max begins to explain.

"Listen," Amelia interrupts him sharply. "You may look hot, but deep down inside, you're an arse."

Putting her sunglasses on, Amelia gives Max a smug look then stomps away. 

Max gaped his mouth open, while his friends snickered behind his back.

"Looks like Romeo has no luck with Juliet." Adam sniggered.

Max scowled at the tall, muscular, golden-brown skinned, brunette boy who wore nothing but red swimming trunks and matching red sandals.

"Shut the fuck up, Adam," Max growled.

"Come on dude, she's into Jughead Jones." 

"No, she isn't," Max insisted. "Amelia's into rebellious older guys, not some goody-two-shoes. Plus, isn't she a little older for him?"

Adam shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows? Maybe Oliver is into boobs."

Jake turns his head to Oliver, whose body reminded him of a chicken bone: no meat, no muscles, and definitely no six pack.

"With that scrawny body?" he snickered. "I doubt he's ever gotten laid."

Adam and Jake laughed until they saw Jake coming out of the Banquet Hall. His eyes twinkle with mischief as the summer counselor claps his hands very loudly, like a happy toddler. 

" 'Kay guys!" Jake Mitchell grinned. "Is everyone ready for a dip in the lake?"

Everyone cheered loudly.

With a wave of his hand, Jake urges the adolescent crowd to follow him to a wooden bridge, where trees surround the perimeter of the lake. As they walked straight ahead, sounds of animals chattering in the trees stopped altogether.